07-22-2018, 08:16 PM
Marcellus had to agree with the place being beautiful. Beautiful beaches and bays to relax and sunbath in, the caress of calm winds unlike harsher ones and yet these still gave off a gentle breeze to keep cool, the jungle full of prey and wildlife, and even the ocean that was clear in color and see through which made it even more beautiful. Marcel had been beginning to grow accustomed to every nook and cranny in the place, spending his times exploring the territory and even going off sometimes from the designated path on his run to check out things on the sides. He had a sharp eye for things, paying attention to even the most little of details that nearly nothing ever escaped his blue and pink hued eyes. He wasn't exactly a perfectionist, but he might as well have been called that considering he acted exactly like one. He preferred a more lesser underdog word for the description that he thought fit him perfectly and completely. His attention to detail would be around that word and not the art of a perfectionist, which he didn't consider himself as. Besides paying attention to detail in the territory he paid attention to detail all around him, the king cheetah having an appreciation for things that were precise and exact.
When he first made his trek to the vast island his paws were aching, he was tired, his bones ached with agony and told him to stop walking and just sit for a while. Traveling with three legs didn't make the journey easier on him either, his legs nearly giving in with heavy and tired eyes. His previous small injuries from when he managed in Tanglewood didn't make things any easier on him and had made his journey only all the more complicated for him. Well that was in the past somewhat and now he was in The Typhoon, no longer having to do a long trek like that one. Well unless they decided to move that is which he really hope they didn't. He was enjoying this island way too much for that. Even though the island wasn't suitable for his activities (His daily running, hunting, etc), he still enjoyed the place and would of really liked to spend his whole life here, even if it there did happen to be an active volcano right on the island and sharing it with them, though Marcel didn't mind as long as the shit didn't erupt and burn them.
The piebald king cheetah was striding through the rain forest, looking at the little mini totems and even looking around for some hidden things he could find, even looking around for prey here and there. He wasn't an amazing hunter or a good one even, but he would learn. He had lost all his wildcat mannerisms when he had gotten captured by the humans, getting used to being fed in a bowl or the disgusting treats they tried to tempt him with which didn't work. What did they expect? He was a wild cheetah not a domesticated feline. Now he would have to adjust to hunting all the same again, a painful experience in which he knew when he was a young cub but lost when he got taken by them. Marcel's ears twitched when the male heard voices at the wall, his tail flicking behind him as he began limping towards them. Lately the stream of joiners had been a lot, joiners appearing at their borders like no man's business. Oh well, all the more better for them anyways.
He listened to their conversation, catching the males name, his reasons for being in front of the territory, the usual. Just as he suspected, another joiner. He couldn't help but look over the male to realize that he was wearing man made stuff, the male holding back a snort. This guy was a dog and frankly from what he remembered, humans kept dogs. There had been another dog in The Typhoon which he didn't mind, but this guy looked like he actually wanted to be with humans. Marcellus forced his eyes to stop from forming into a narrow, holding back a short. "Marcellus. Welcome." His tone was visibly curt with the male as he turned to begin padding off. Usually he wasn't like this but he wouldn't be sticking around to properly greet this guy.
When he first made his trek to the vast island his paws were aching, he was tired, his bones ached with agony and told him to stop walking and just sit for a while. Traveling with three legs didn't make the journey easier on him either, his legs nearly giving in with heavy and tired eyes. His previous small injuries from when he managed in Tanglewood didn't make things any easier on him and had made his journey only all the more complicated for him. Well that was in the past somewhat and now he was in The Typhoon, no longer having to do a long trek like that one. Well unless they decided to move that is which he really hope they didn't. He was enjoying this island way too much for that. Even though the island wasn't suitable for his activities (His daily running, hunting, etc), he still enjoyed the place and would of really liked to spend his whole life here, even if it there did happen to be an active volcano right on the island and sharing it with them, though Marcel didn't mind as long as the shit didn't erupt and burn them.
The piebald king cheetah was striding through the rain forest, looking at the little mini totems and even looking around for some hidden things he could find, even looking around for prey here and there. He wasn't an amazing hunter or a good one even, but he would learn. He had lost all his wildcat mannerisms when he had gotten captured by the humans, getting used to being fed in a bowl or the disgusting treats they tried to tempt him with which didn't work. What did they expect? He was a wild cheetah not a domesticated feline. Now he would have to adjust to hunting all the same again, a painful experience in which he knew when he was a young cub but lost when he got taken by them. Marcel's ears twitched when the male heard voices at the wall, his tail flicking behind him as he began limping towards them. Lately the stream of joiners had been a lot, joiners appearing at their borders like no man's business. Oh well, all the more better for them anyways.
He listened to their conversation, catching the males name, his reasons for being in front of the territory, the usual. Just as he suspected, another joiner. He couldn't help but look over the male to realize that he was wearing man made stuff, the male holding back a snort. This guy was a dog and frankly from what he remembered, humans kept dogs. There had been another dog in The Typhoon which he didn't mind, but this guy looked like he actually wanted to be with humans. Marcellus forced his eyes to stop from forming into a narrow, holding back a short. "Marcellus. Welcome." His tone was visibly curt with the male as he turned to begin padding off. Usually he wasn't like this but he wouldn't be sticking around to properly greet this guy.